Day 75: DAWN, MORNING, NOON, AND AFTERNOON

[damned_intercom]

As the day started, the weather only seemed to be improving, and some patients might even call it warm. Granted, the climate control in the building meant it wouldn't make a difference until someone chose to venture outside.

For now, though, it was time for breakfast, and the intercom came on to wake up all of the patients from their enforced slumber.

"Breakfast sandwiches... how could you not look forward to something like that, dear patients?" Even as Landel spoke, the nurses started peeking into rooms and rousing people from their beds.

"There's plenty to look forward to today, from the recreational field to the greenhouse. I hope that you all enjoy your days and your lunches."

As usual, lunch would be handed out in a paper bag, offering some fruit and vegetables to snack on, along with a sandwich as the main course and pudding for dessert.

"That's all for now!" Though the Head Doctor would be announcing the different shift changes throughout the day, as usual.

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Comments

[a_sin_for_him]

"Scar...fixing something implies there's something broken. And perhaps you are, a bit, but I'm not angry at you. Whatever we've done to one another, we had our reasons. But I only know you, the man I met in the library in Central. And I am the woman you met then and there. No more and no less. I understand that now."

Her other hand came to rest on his shoulder, her body against his now. Not to entice, but to soothe and reassure.

"I don't know what you see when you look at me. I can't. All these things you think are between us are only in your heart. Even if I woke up tomorrow fully human, I'd still be me, still shaped and made by my experiences and my memories." And perhaps they were dark and strange ones, but they were hers.

[envy_the_sinners]

"Don't-" Too late. Scar's shoulders hunched inward when Lust rested against him. He felt... not angry, but... awkward? Was that the word for it? He swallowed. He shifted. He glanced sideways at her.

This was a very specific type of discomfort he hadn't had to deal with in a very long time. It was several seconds before Scar collected his thoughts enough to speak.

"That doesn't matter-" His head turned to face her again as he spoke, but promptly looked back at the floor. Too close. Way too close.

"That doesn't matter." Didn't he just say that? "It's still... the way it is. We can't just..." Just what?

[a_sin_for_him]

"You're allowed to take solace in another person, Scar Even me." Lust pulled her body away some, but didn't release him. There was no agenda to her touch at this moment, she only wanted to ease some of his pain.

"It's only that way because you insist it is. Why can't we just know one another as we are? What's so wrong with simply being Scar and Lust and letting go of all the madness and confusion that came before?" It just seemed so much simpler to her, to abandon a past she could never fully grasp anyhow. It only hurt her, to try and think of that other life and forge some personal connection with it.

She had no connection with it. Just a jumbled handful of memories that made her feel things she didn't understand. It wasn't fair. Why did the only man that mattered to her have to be the one man left from that murky Before? If he could only see beyond that, put that away....

"You don't have to be alone."

[envy_the_sinners]

"I hate Scar."

Scar's voice was hoarse and small, though the answer came effortlessly. It was one of the few things in all of this of which he was absolutely certain. He had cast off his identity a long time ago. Perhaps it was in a desperate hope to shun the memory of the past, or maybe it truly was because he no longer deserved his holy name. In the end, the desert man who couldn't even call himself Ishbalan anymore wasn't sure.

"And I don't know how to not be alone."

[a_sin_for_him]

"Then don't be Scar. Pick a new name for yourself, if you hate the one you bear now so much. You aren't bound to it." Another thing that seemed simple to Lust. She'd thought about taking some other name, some name she chose for herself, but she saw no reason to. She had always been Lust in this life, and she didn't feel ashamed of that.

"You can learn. I don't want to be alone. I've never been alone, I don't know how to live like that. But you're all that I have left now." She drew away from him then, in a swift movement, her jaw setting and something akin to anger entering her expression. She leaned forward, her profile presented to him.

She sometimes hated how much he meant to her, how dependent she was on him. Moreso than that, really. She hated that she had no idea how to be alone and that the concept frightened her. In such a short time she had found and lost more people who accepted her as she was than she had ever imaged. Now all that remained was this stubborn, angry, impossible man.

"I'm sorry, but I need you."

[envy_the_sinners]

Somehow, Scar became more comfortable when she grew irritated. His shoulders relaxed when she drew away. She truly thought that he could simply relearn the way of his life that he had followed for the past ten years? This wasn't some method, this was everything-

But her last words melted the argument straight out of his mind. Scar stared at Lust for a long moment. A few times, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally,

"What do you want me to do? Say that I'll be here when we both know I won't? Pretend that we actually have a chance of both making it out of here alive when a half dozen more people are gone every morning?"

[a_sin_for_him]

"I want you to pull yourself together and not give up because of one more painful occurrence. I want you to stop wallowing in self pity and denying that you have anything left in your life. We've come this far, we could survive and get out."

She believe that, at least.

"I'm not ready to give up. And I won't be alone when I don't have to be. I need you to function. So there. There's your something to live for, there's your something to do." If he was a man who needed a cause and something or someone to champion, fine. She would appeal to that side of him.

"I'm depending on you."

[envy_the_sinners]

Once again, Scar looked away. It felt as if fists were clinched inside his chest. One more thing? The original reason they had come out here came rushing back all too easily. The Elrics. His eyes squeezed shut, as if he were in pain. He felt faintly as though he were shaking. Everything always led to disappointment. He couldn't even conjure up one exception.

"I can't delude myself, Lust." Scar couldn't look at her as he spoke. In spite of his insistence that his words were true, he was ashamed of them. Of himself. "I'm sorry." And he meant it.

[a_sin_for_him]

"You're drugged and you can hardly think."

Lust shook her head. The drugs were making this all that much more difficult, she was sure. But she couldn't stand listening to Scar beat himself down further and insist this madness. He was a man, not a carved soldier with only one face and mood to present at all times.

"Pull yourself together tonight, when this has cleared your system. I'm not going to be stuck fending for myself when the lights go out."

[envy_the_sinners]

Hadn't he pulled himself together enough?

Though, Scar supposed, he never had. Not really. He had kept on going, but he had never gathered himself. Never picked up the pieces. He'd let them cut him and cut him, as if the rage would keep him from forgetting. His pain had become his drive. Looking at a situation at large subjectively had always been nearly impossible for him.

Scar closed his eyes, growing frustrated as he tried to push himself out of the haze. He was starting to notice the pounding pain in his hand from where he had stricken the wall. The Elrics were gone. It wasn't fair, it wasn't the way things were supposed to end, but it had happened. It didn't matter how much Scar tried to find reason in it. It wouldn't change.

"You won't." He spoke as if it were obvious, as if it weren't a direct contradiction to what he had just been saying. Scar had two choices. He could fade into apathy, or he could keep going for her sake. The choice was obvious, when he looked at it that way. And letting this break him only ensured that Landel won.

Maybe he couldn't pull himself together. But he could keep at her side.